A String of Words (Book 1)

June 25, 2009

Until Death Claimed You His Son

I was kept awake by my fascination of you

Your eyes, your hair, your nose, your jaw

I can't wrap my head around the overwhelming wonder

My desire, my obsession, my awe

You were that criminal who jazzed into the room

And hid behind the blinds of my closet

I remember the gasps I took

I cant help but look

Oh, how I drank the sight of you!

And your hypnotic motion, so awesome

I wanted to touch you, feel your warmth beneath my fingertips

Until death claimed you his son

Deep in the night your voice haunts me

And was awaken so early in the dawn

Change was unthinkable, I blamed you

For the tragedy you suffered from

Oh Mike, you sweetheart

Just a child in a man's body

Your innocence is so inviting

I want to take you home

And call you my own

However late I may be, 41 years in the making

This call deafens me

You are too charismatic

Even rest cannot put an end to your magic

How I drank the sight of you

And your hypnotic motion, so awesome

I wanted to touch you, feel your warmth beneath my fingertips

Until death claimed you his son

Terrible

Terrible

Terrible

Terrible

Cruel

Cruel

Cruel

And cold

Can't I wake you from your slumber?

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead and gone

Longing, thirst and hunger...